American Old Time Song Lyrics: 11 Jock O Hazeldean

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 11

Home Songster main V01 V02 V03 V04 V05 V06 V07 V08 V09 V10 V11 V12 V13 V14 V15 V16 V17 V18 V19 V20 V21 V22 V23 V24 V25 V26 V27 V28 V29 V30 V31 V32 V33 V34 V35 V36 V37 V38 V39 V40 V41 V42 V43 V44 V45 V46 V47 V48 V49 V50 V51 V52 V53 V54 V55 V56 V57 V58 V59 V60 V61 Support Search



Share page  Visit Us On FB


JOCK O' HAZELDEAN.

Why weep ye by the tyde, ladye?
Why weep ye by the tyde?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye shall be his bride;
And ye shall be his bride, ladye,
So comely to be seen;
But, ay, she loot the tears down fa'
For "Jock o' Hazeldean.

Now let this wilfu' grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale;
Young Frank is chief of Errington,
And lord of Langley Dale;
His step is first in peaceful ha'.
His sword in battle keen;
But, ay, she loot the tears down fa',
For Jock o' Hazeldean.

A chain of gold ye shall not lack.
Nor braid to bind your hair;
Nor mettled hound, nor managed bawl,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
And you. the foremost o' them a'.
Shall ride our forest queen;
But, ay, she loot the tears down fa',
For Jock o' Hazeldean.
Download music lyrics PDF file For Printing with (no ads)
Download music lyrics in RTF file For editing / printing with Word and other editing software.
Download music lyrics as PNG Graphic file For inclusion in DTP etc.






E-Book - An Annotated Compendium of Old Time American Songs by James Alverson III